歌曲 | You'll Be Comin' Down |
歌手 | Bruce Springsteen |
专辑 | Magic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bruce Springsteen | |
作词 : Bruce Springsteen | |
White roses and misty blue eyes | |
Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies | |
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through | |
Jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue | |
You're smiling now, but you'll find out | |
They'll use you up and spit you out now | |
Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds | |
But pretty soon it turns out | |
You'll be comin' down now, baby | |
You'll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
Easy street, a quick buck and true lies | |
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies | |
A silver plate of pearls my golden child | |
It's all yours, at least for a little while | |
You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out | |
Then it's gonna get pretty cold out | |
An empty stream of stars shooting by | |
You got your hopes on high | |
You'll be comin' down now, baby | |
You'll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
For a while you'll go sparklin' by | |
Just another pretty thing on high | |
Like a thief on a Sunday morning | |
It all falls apart with no warning | |
Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green | |
The crushed metal of your little flying machine | |
You'll be comin' down now baby | |
You'll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
You'll be comin' down now baby | |
You'll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down |
zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen | |
zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen | |
White roses and misty blue eyes | |
Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies | |
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through | |
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grayblue | |
You' re smiling now, but you' ll find out | |
They' ll use you up and spit you out now | |
Your head' s spinnin' in diamonds and clouds | |
But pretty soon it turns out | |
You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
Easy street, a quick buck and true lies | |
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies | |
A silver plate of pearls my golden child | |
It' s all yours, at least for a little while | |
You' ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out | |
Then it' s gonna get pretty cold out | |
An empty stream of stars shooting by | |
You got your hopes on high | |
You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
For a while you' ll go sparklin' by | |
Just another pretty thing on high | |
Like a thief on a Sunday morning | |
It all falls apart with no warning | |
Your cinnamon sky' s gone candyapple green | |
The crushed metal of your little flying machine | |
You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down |
zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen | |
zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen | |
White roses and misty blue eyes | |
Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies | |
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through | |
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grayblue | |
You' re smiling now, but you' ll find out | |
They' ll use you up and spit you out now | |
Your head' s spinnin' in diamonds and clouds | |
But pretty soon it turns out | |
You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
Easy street, a quick buck and true lies | |
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies | |
A silver plate of pearls my golden child | |
It' s all yours, at least for a little while | |
You' ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out | |
Then it' s gonna get pretty cold out | |
An empty stream of stars shooting by | |
You got your hopes on high | |
You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
For a while you' ll go sparklin' by | |
Just another pretty thing on high | |
Like a thief on a Sunday morning | |
It all falls apart with no warning | |
Your cinnamon sky' s gone candyapple green | |
The crushed metal of your little flying machine | |
You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
You' ll be comin' down | |
What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down |